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he sculpts his perfect woman out of marble drapes her in silks and jewels fits his hands around her waist and kisses her cold lips venus blesses their union and one day she is warm underneath him and naked and afraid he asks her why- she was created by him for him why does she shy away from the hands that formed her? she puts the distance of a city-state between them "you created me to love you but you kissed me when i had no voice you dressed me when i had no choice you loved me, but never asked if you were lovable." and this was the hand of venus, then. love is not love when it has to be carved out of stone.
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Mar 2, 2018
Mar 2, 2018 at 12:46 PM UTC
galatea
he sculpts his perfect woman out of marble drapes her in silks and jewels fits his hands around her waist and kisses her cold lips venus blesses their union and one day she is warm underneath him and naked and afraid he asks her why- she was created by him for him why does she shy away from the hands that formed her? she puts the distance of a city-state between them "you created me to love you but you kissed me when i had no voice you dressed me when i had no choice you loved me, but never asked if you were lovable." and this was the hand of venus, then. love is not love when it has to be carved out of stone.
all women are perfection, but your idea of perfection is conditional.
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Mar 2, 2018
Mar 2, 2018 at 12:46 PM UTC
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